She did not reply.
Finally she said, after a pause:
“Don’t worry about the money. I’ve got plenty of money.”
“Rose!”
“I don’t see why you should worry,” she smiled, “as long as I’ve got it.”
He started to speak, but she sealed his lips again, this time with the tips of her fingers. “What I’d like to know is, how you like Gladys Rice?”
“Who—little Mrs. Rice?”
“I heard you call her ‘Gladys’ the last time you met her here,” she smiled.
“Perhaps I did.”
“There’s no perhaps about it. I heard you.”